The new semester begins this week. I enjoy my classes and my students, but dread the resumption of meetings and paperwork and high academic drama. My muse has been especially active lately, I think in self defense. The more other work I ought to be doing, the more she insists that I write, dammit.
I picture my muse as a middle-aged, gray-haired lady in a dominatrix outfit. She has a riding crop in her hand and she does not accept excuses. And she has zero patience for meetings.
Published on January 23, 2012 22:24